Muniang took Qinghe's hand, her slender and fair fingers, yet the fingertips were all calloused. It is said that children from poor families take on responsibilities early. Qinghe was only sixteen years old. Had she been born in a wealthy family, who knows how lovely these hands might have looked.
"Now that you step out of this door, you are a wife, and I truly hope you'll be well, but if by any chance you can't bear it anymore, there is still a way back for you. Your brother has only your best interests at heart, don't put up with things just to pretend that you can cope," Muniang said while combing Qinghe's hair.
